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... " A truth from one that loves and knows ? Jennyson . still doth pain bind " Men's Souls in closer links of lovingness , " Than & eath itself can ever " - L.Morris . The University Shakespeare Journal . APRIL , 1886 . “ Ellen Child.
... " A truth from one that loves and knows ? Jennyson . still doth pain bind " Men's Souls in closer links of lovingness , " Than & eath itself can ever " - L.Morris . The University Shakespeare Journal . APRIL , 1886 . “ Ellen Child.
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... article introductory to the University Shakespeare Journal . We do not profess to write criticisms on Shakespeare which will be quoted with approval wherever the poet is studied . Now - a - days the world is overrun with books on ...
... article introductory to the University Shakespeare Journal . We do not profess to write criticisms on Shakespeare which will be quoted with approval wherever the poet is studied . Now - a - days the world is overrun with books on ...
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... Magazine such thoughts as had struck them in reading the plays . Again , that ... Shakespeare and upon subjects connected with the study of his poems . This ... UNIVERSITY SHAKESPEARE JOURNAL . " BODLEIA 4 OCT 1948 IBRARY THE " HUMANNESS ...
... Magazine such thoughts as had struck them in reading the plays . Again , that ... Shakespeare and upon subjects connected with the study of his poems . This ... UNIVERSITY SHAKESPEARE JOURNAL . " BODLEIA 4 OCT 1948 IBRARY THE " HUMANNESS ...
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... Shakespeare . I trust it may have an ever - increasing circulation , and may do something to raise the community above that social condition which awoke the scorn of Napoleon when he called the British a " nation ... Shakespeare Journal . 3.
... Shakespeare . I trust it may have an ever - increasing circulation , and may do something to raise the community above that social condition which awoke the scorn of Napoleon when he called the British a " nation ... Shakespeare Journal . 3.
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... Shakespeare nowhere else used coil to mean the ring or circle into which some rope - like body may be gathered . Does he do so here ? The word shuffle would seem to imply as much , but a perusal of Furness ... Shakespeare Journal . 5.
... Shakespeare nowhere else used coil to mean the ring or circle into which some rope - like body may be gathered . Does he do so here ? The word shuffle would seem to imply as much , but a perusal of Furness ... Shakespeare Journal . 5.
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Page 63 - Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Page 31 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars...
Page 42 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 17 - Be absolute for death; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life: If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences, That do this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.
Page 42 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Page 18 - Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.
Page 68 - I pray you, give me leave to go from hence; I am not well; send the deed after me, And I will sign it.
Page 122 - Flaming in the phoenix' sight ; Either was the other's mine. Property was thus appalled, That the self was not the same ; Single nature's double name Neither two nor one was called.
Page 103 - SHAKESPEARE Others abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask — Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill, Who to the stars uncrowns his majesty, Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea, Making the heaven of heavens his dwellingplace, Spares but the cloudy border of his base To the foiled searching of mortality; And thou, who didst the stars and sunbeams know, Self-schooled, self-scanned, self-honoured, selfsecure, Didst tread on earth unguessed at.
Page 106 - I have of late— but wherefore I know not— lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.